This is a song about "Tribe"

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest